Translation: you don't look like a pile of shit that's been run over several times.

[The eyebrow deserves that. Alucard is also not going to ask questions or demand answers, as is his way. Geralt can decide if any details are worth sharing.]

Oh, probably. Jaskier and I perhaps bunkered down in a fit of paranoia at first, and some thing were doubtlessly disturbed. We...dealt with it well. Obviously.